I climbed the steps to Mistress Seoul's second floor studio with great anticipation. This was our third meeting, and each previous session had been amazing. She was an Asian beauty, of medium height and relatively voluptuous. I knocked, and almost immediately the door opened a foot to reveal her smiling face peeking around the edge of the door. She stepped back to let me in, and immediately closed and locked the door behind me. She greeted me with a quick hug, and asked me if I needed to use the rest room or wanted some water. I declined both, and she sat down on a large armchair.
Mistress Seoul didn't look like a dominatrix at the moment. She was wearing a red silk robe with decorative embroidery. The small anteroom we were in gave no hints either -- it was a tiny but cozy sitting room, lit by a few electric candles. Her black hair cascaded around her shoulders, and she looked both at ease and gorgeous as she inspected me.
"First, off with the clothes. You know where they go." Like most mistresses, she always had a pre-session chat. The second time, though, she had me undress first, and the plan seemed to be the same for this one. I quickly shed my clothes, hanging them on a hook on the opposite wall and placing my shoes on the floor underneath them.
Mistress gestured to a pillow on the floor near her feet, saying, "Have a seat, get comfortable." She liked her subs nude and below her, but at least she didn't go in for uncomfortable kneeling positions with one's head on the floor.
After a few pleasantries about the weather and my trip to her city, she outlined her plan.
"By now, I know what you like and what turns you off. I have a good idea of your tolerance for discomfort and pain. You enjoy the sensual and erotic aspects of BDSM, and you enjoy an orgasm far more than orgasm denial. That's not unusual, of course, but some clients..." She didn't finish the sentence.
"Your email said you wanted me to push your boundaries, and closed with, 'surprise me!'" I can do both, but that means we can't discuss too many details up front. Still good?"
I assured her that her plan was fine so far.
"So," she continued, "I need to be sure one part of the plan is OK with you. We've always used a safe word which, if you used it, caused me to stop whatever I was doing immediately. For most of our session, we'll continue to do that. If something is too painful, or if you think I'm going to make you orgasm before I'm ready, you can use your safe word."
"But, when we get to one part of the session, the safe word protocol changes. If you use it, I will continue what I'm doing for 60 seconds. I'll let you know when we are almost there, and if you use it again, I will stop after 60 more seconds. If you don't use it again, we keep going and start a new cycle."
"That means that your safe word won't stop me for two minutes. Or longer, if you change your mind before you say it again. That may seem scary, but I can assure you of a couple of things. First, while we are using this protocol, I won't be doing anything that can injure you or even cause you pain that will last after I stop. Second, as with everything I do, I'll be keeping an eye on your responses and if I feel there's any kind of emergency, I'll stop with or without a safe word. But, I know what I'm doing and I don't expect any emergencies. The activity I have in mind may be intense, but it's also quite harmless."
I thought about her suggestion for a moment. Going into a session without a safe word that would stop things immediately was something I had never done before, but I trusted Mistress Seoul's judgment and skill completely. So, I didn't think for long. Casting caution and doubts to the wind, I agreed to her terms.
"Excellent!" she said with a big smile, "You won't regret it. At least, I hope not!" She followed the last statement with a wink, which I hoped meant she was kidding.
We both stood, and she showed me to an interior door.
The next room was larger and somewhat brighter. Restraints, ropes, and all types of floggers and paddles hung from hooks on the walls. An X-shaped cross stood at one end of the room, and a small electric hoist hung from the ceiling nearby. Various bulky gear was pushed against the walls. The center of the room was dominated by a padded table.
The table looked rather like a large massage table, but it had a few interesting features. Steel rings were located every few inches in the wood beams that supported the padded top. These, I knew, made attaching restraints simple and fast. They could be used with metal clips or with ropes equally well. It was a bit larger than a typical massage table, and appeared to be unusually sturdy.
"We're going to use just the table today," she said, "so we won't have any interruptions to change equipment or positions. In some sessions, those little breaks are good. Today, though, the action is going to be non-stop." With another wink, she added, "For better or worse."
She instructed me to sit on the edge of the table, and rapidly attached leather wrist and ankle restraints. This was her usual approach, as the rings on the restraints made changing setups faster than complicated rope work. Then, she surprised me by adding a thick belt around my waist and a pair of leather thigh restraints.
"Get on the table, on your back," she instructed. When I was centered to her satisfaction, she clipped my wrists to the waist belt. She proceeded to use nylon bands to attach the waist belt to the table, and then the thigh and ankle restraints. From the waist down, I was quite immobile, though I could move my upper torso a bit.
"We're not done yet," she said, and pulled a thick roll of pink plastic wrap off a nearby shelf. She first wrapped my stomach and ribs, encircling me and the table multiple times. When the number of layers seemed sufficient, she surveyed her work. The wrap didn't get as high as my nipples, and she gave one, then the other, a slightly painful pinch.
She immediately proceeded to repeat the procedure with my thighs. If the restraints had allowed me a little wiggle room before, now I had none. I had been restrained many times before, often in helpless and inescapable postions, but never had I been immobilized so completely. I could move my head a little, and wiggle my fingers in the gap between the upper and lower wraps, but nothing else budged.
My Mistress stood back to survey her work. Satisfied, she said, "I guess it's safe to do this..." With that, she undid her robe, slipped it off her shoulders, and tossed it aside.
To my surprise, she was wearing just a corset, nothing else. In past sessions, she had remained completely covered, one time in a latex catsuit and the other in a PVC minidress with a matching thong.
"You didn't know that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," she said. "I only let that side of me come out on special occasions, though, and only when my slave is particularly helpless."
"Your bondage is even more complete than usual. Unfortunately, it doesn't give me access to your ass. You know I enjoy that -- there's nothing that makes me feel more in charge than being inside a helpless slave."
"But, tonight, I'm going to focus only on a few parts of you... your cock, for starters..." With that, she raked her nails across my cock and balls. My cock swelled just a bit, but she didn't continue.
"Your nipples, just a bit..." As she said that, she reached out with both hands, and gave each nipple a prolonged squeeze. It hurt, though not too badly. Despite the discomfort, my cock seemed to have a mind of its own and responded a bit more.
"And, of course, your brain..." In one smooth move, she leaped onto the table, put one foot on either side of me, and positioned her exposed pussy and ass inches above my face. "Don't even think about raising your head," she cautioned. Glancing back at my stiffening cock, she chuckled. "Well, I guess you are thinking about it, but don't you dare do it... Your brain is your most powerful sex organ, and we'll work that a little tonight, too."
She gracefully climbed off the table and stood next to me. Then, turning her back to me, she began organizing various implements on an adjacent table. She leaned over at her waist, again exposing her bare bottom. I was sure she was doing that just to taunt and excite me.
"We're going to work with very few interruptions tonight," she said. "I want to maintain the intensity of what we are doing, and not give you a chance to relax. Or, this a chance to relax..." she said, giving my cock a flick with her finger.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed a length of round, shoelace-type cord. Quickly, she looped it around the base of my cock a couple of times, then my balls, and then tied the ends snugly.
Raking her nails up the length of my cock, she watched it begin to engorge. The tie, I knew, would tend to keep me harder than usual and make it more difficult for my erection to subside.
Once again, she pinched both nipples, hard and long. She looked into my eyes as she did that, but I didn't know if she was gauging my tolerance for the pain or daring me to use our safeword.
She quickly turned to her table and, when she turned back, she held an electrical device emitting a low buzzing sound. She brought it to my nipples, and I felt a mild prickling sensation. It wasn't unpleasant or painful. She moved it to my balls, and then, bit by bit, up my cock. When she reached the head, she lingered a bit, touching different spots and then withdrawing it.
"That's not too bad, is it?" she prompted. "No, Mistress," I replied. With that, she reached around and turned a knob. Now, as she touched my cock, the mild prickling became a little zap. She proceeded to tour my exposed bits again, ending with my nipples.
When she again turned the dial, I suspected the zap would turn into a more painful sensation. It did. Now, she held the probe away from me, bringing it in to touch, or nearly touch, me for just a second at a time. Each touch cause a flinch or involuntary jerk on my part, at least as much of a jerk as my restraints would allow.
Through this, my cock got even harder. "You seem to like this," she said. She placed the electrical device back on the her table. "Maybe you need even more electricity."
She proceeded to place what I knew were electrode pads at the head of my cock, down the shaft, and on my thighs. She must have had everything set up, as in a few seconds I felt a pulsing tingle in my cock.
I've had different electrostim devices used on me, and the sensations ranged from painful or annoying to interesting and unusual. None were overly erotic, and after a few tries I didn't suggest them when discussion session plans.
As my Mistress played with the controls, I was happy that the sensations were a sort of gentle thrumming that weren't unpleasant. They felt almost like a vibration, and there was a sensation of motion.
"How does that feel?"
"Interesting," I replied. Smiling, she continued to play with the controls. The sensations shifted, and grew stronger and weaker. As a few minutes passed, she focused on my face while adjusting the controls. I felt a more powerful sensation in the head of my cock. It was as if there was something inside the head, producing an odd vibrating motion. The sensation was slightly uncomfortable due to its power but was also more pleasurable than other electrostim feelings I'd had.
